Snow. Kai’s nose above the blankets could smell it. Fat, fluffy, flakes of snow in thick swirls that clung to the air. He sat upright in bed and pulled aside the curtain to gaze out. He shivered slightly, with cold, with anticipation, his face pressed against the glass, his breath formed a fog on the pane and there it was. The snow, lush on the lawn, and there was the world, white and clean, blunted by snow.
Snow
blanketed the hedge rows and fields, it made a shape of what was the car - it
shrouded the truth of the farm. Drifts
lay heavily on bare branches and the snow was dense in the air still softly,
silently and steadily falling.
A
caw, caw, cawing of crows echoed through the white wilderness of the day.
A mood board for my writing
